Saturday

We Have a Houseguest

Here's the routine that occurs every 7 minutes, apparently long enough for the dogs to unite and play, ignore each other, and then completely forget about the other's existence, thereby leading to a joyful reunion . . . again.

1. Who is this stranger I have never met? A friend! Yes! Welcome to my land!

2. Come, Aslan, let's check out the abundant poop that appears daily in the backyard. Where does this stuff come from? Smells familiar.

2. Wait! I can't run that fast - I have two bad hips and four bad knees! Stop and do what I say, I am your elder! I am furious! Do NOT smack me in the face with your paw. That is it. We are done. Where did you go?

3. Separation. The yard is a lonely forest of trees and snow.

4. Ignoring and amnesia. . . What are these smells? Must check perimeter of yard to gauge security. Will pee over each yellow stain to ensure domination over this wild territory.